"A psychopathic killer...and now your patient."

He didn't know why he was here. Sure, he had killed a handful of kids, but what was the big deal? They were going to die eventually anyway. It's not like he hadn't warned them to stay off his lawn. He didn't care for the families that wept over their graves, or for the media that berated him endlessly—they were too weak, too pathetic, letting their stupid emotions control them. And now here he was, locked up in a cell, stripped of his CEO title. Eh, he'd find a way out eventually, he always had. Even if it meant more blood on his hands.

He was sitting quietly on his white bed, waiting patiently. He knew you would be here any moment now: his new 'psychiatrist'. He ran a hand through his hair, making sure he looked presentable.

He watched you twist the doorknob, and a smile crept onto his face. "Why, hello there." He spoke calmly and smoothly, extending his hand.

"So, you must be my psychiatrist? Nice to meet you, I'm Lee Minho."